Moving back he caged her against the wall with his arms and body. Leaning in, his lips hovering over hers, he stopped.“What are we doing?” he asked, his voice hushed.“I don’t know.”“Tell me you want this.”Kate shrugged. “You think I’m complicated.”“You are complicated. This whole thing is complicated. It doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”Rhys lifted one hand from the wall and placed his palm on her chest, over her heart, which tripled in speed under the warmth and weight of it.“Mac.”“No,” he said, “You never call me Mac.”“Rhys.”“Better.”Kate licked her lips, enjoying the way Rhys’s gaze followed the movement of her tongue. “Everyone calls you Mac.”“You never do.”“I didn’t know you noticed.”“I’ve noticed lots of things.” Rhys closed the gap between them, kissing the corner of her mouth.“Like what?”“You taste amazing.” He kissed her lips lightly, drawing the bottom one between his own before releasing it. “Your eyes glitter in the sun.” His lips glided along her jaw. “You’re vulnerable right here.” He found the spot on her neck that had her holding her breath and biting down on her own lip.

Heather M. Gardner's love of books began on the hand-woven rugs of her small town library. There she had a never-ending supply of stories to read at her fingertips. As a teen, she would curl up with her favorite genres, romance and mysteries. When she started to create her own stories, they were the perfect fit.

Heather resides in New York with her best friend who is also her husband, plus her talented and handsome son. She is currently owned by four stray cats. Heather's a full-time mom, works part-time from home, a chocolate enthusiast, coffee junkie, cat addict, book hoarder and fluent in sarcasm.